Covered in glitter and crumbs. Waking up to maracas and fairy wings. Pockets full of rubber bands and dandelions. Buried under book piles. Dirty hands with homemade kombucha. Coffee in the rain. Waiting for that sacred scrap of silence.
Love it!! In a recent pic I could see a glimpse of that wall and it looked empty. I was wondering where the art gallery had gone.
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